"Jimmy, the Derby is finished and I need a minute for the Monkey Wrench."
"A whole minute?"
"No, not a whole minute."
"Then why did you say you needed a minute Mark?"
"It's a goddamn expression. Here's the drink by the way."
"Good. Now you can mix up a Cherry Bomb, heavy on the grenadine. Also, two Long Island Iced Teas."
"Cherry Bomb in one, the Teas in three."
"Fine by me Mark. Take a break after this. Help yourself to some Blow."
"No thanks, Andrew used it last and that fat freak probably sneezed in it like last time."
"He sneezed in it?"
"Every single time Jim."
"Why the fuck didn't you tell me?! I used that!"
"I guess I forgot. Tough luck Jimmy."
"Tough luck he says... YOU DIDN"T SNORT HIS SPIT!"
"I gotta tell you Jimmy, just hearing that brings a smile to my face. That's what you get when you let him near it."
"That idiot owes me at least six".
"He only used three worth."
"Do you really think I give a fuck?"
"No."
"Spot on Mark, spot on."
